Rabu, 21 September 2016

The Dear Hunter - The Most Cursed Of Hands / Who Am I Lyrics

"The Most Cursed Of Hands / Who Am I"

The Devil went down to the river (river, river)And He came to fall; to lose it allTo fool the fool too quick to callWhile the gambler's stacks grew bigger (bigger, bigger)He had lost his sights through narrowed eyesToo tempted by his wry desiresDamned across fated pathThe time to fold had come to passWith the gambler's glory delivered (delivered, delivered)He had thirst for more; a bigger scoreA trophy no one could ignoreAnd the devil's wealth had withered (withered, withered)So with cunning class, he offered fastHis soul; the wager had been castThe gambler called, the river fellAnd now the hand from out of hellThe Devil smiled, looked in his eyesHe knew the loss was glorifiedThe Devil said, "Revel in your victory;You've earned your damningPack your things and leave"But the gambler only stood and stutteredStammering on words of disbelief"Now you've won a new vocation.Pray to me that you can stand the heat."And that, the gambler saw,Meant he had gone and finally set the devil freeDamned across fated pathsThe hand he played would be his lastWho am I? Who am I?Just a gambler, holding aces in the Devil's eyesWhat is wrong? What's the sin?Where's the answer? Where the hell do I fit in?Or could it be, there's just a little demon lost in the debrisAnd I, should idly bide my time, until a wager releases me?It can't remain unknown